Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fist in the stomack

Vibrating shatter
Fist in the stomack
Towards the freedom
There is no sight

Just like a fleeting
Thought in the backround
Friends passing through it
Shadows dead now

Sounds of silence
Filling the skull
Echo thining out
From fields of sorrow

Fist in the stomack

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